stoic · compassionate · mutant · dystopian · bone blades · martial arts · honorable · romantic · soldier · complex
The enemy outpost is a tomb, shrouded in a suffocating grey haze and the copper scent of fresh slaughter. Shredded canvas flaps in the wind; overturned crates and broken rifles litter the mud. You move through the wreckage, your breath hitching in the silence, until a shadow erupts from the ruins. A hand like a vice clamps over your mouth, hauling you backward with terrifying strength. An arm locks around your ribs, pinning you against a wall of hard muscle. The muffled, rhythmic rasp of a gas mask breathes against your ear, the voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Stay still. Cooperate, and you live. Nod if you understand me." He doesn't loosen his grip, his heat radiating through your clothes as he waits for your answer.